tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691Mon, 30 Mar 2015 12:13:24 +0000FashionStyleTravelLifestyleFoodPhotographyAdvertorialEventsArtBeautyHomeInspirationsPersonalrosalinda tjioehttp://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)Blogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-6699330904321867198Fri, 27 Mar 2015 14:24:00 +00002015-03-27T21:24:05.325+07:00FashionPersonalStyleLonely Hour<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8654/16802985561_b608206910_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8640/16617975299_7bf1a1be3e_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8689/16181760704_d929af7250_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7632/16804099705_f681edf890_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7601/16803019461_a7e5bea39d_b.jpg" width="750" /><i><b> COS </b>dress, <b>Nikicio </b>pants, <b>Zara </b>shoes,&nbsp;<b>Baggu </b>bag</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />while dawn is creeping over<br />i am thinking of you<br />you are so vivid in my memory<br />your healthy-colored skin, your tranquil eyebrows<br />your beautifully-sculpted nose, your lean physique<br />you exude subtlety in a way I could not fathom<br /><br />the sight of you makes me want to cry<br />and yet everyday, i pray for the sight of you<br />just one more time, i hoped<br />and yet i would wish for more<br />will the gods punish me for such a selfish prayer?<br /><br />i wonder if you would think of me<br />just like how I would think of you<br />will you remember me at least a little?<br />will i reach you?<br />we live in two separate worlds<br />and this is how we never met&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2015/03/lonely-hour.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-3356783176991940950Sun, 15 Mar 2015 07:01:00 +00002015-03-15T14:01:28.590+07:00PhotographyTravelSingapore Visual Diary II<img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7369/15927573904_6b71bfae53_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8618/16362689010_7021f0ae68_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8662/16362473018_dc898f5dd0_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7410/16362476368_604bee2595_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7365/16548468181_0da018f057_o.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7328/16363877149_ae7e697c5b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7330/16473150565_0a67737a3c_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8660/16548476701_c355fbf725_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8681/16363876859_78f6480088_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7335/16362490248_b26e5f03e6_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7390/15927584704_f1e9b1e11f_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7363/15929975013_08992df297_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8591/16363882679_02bcfe2279_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3953/15600144082_ce70eefcb0_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7450/16524141986_c9a6bfefe8_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7331/16548493541_d89467da8e_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7363/16362503398_5d7884e9cb_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8681/16362718200_732737ff3e_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7320/16364276737_f0827135f2_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7359/16362720370_a59d4d1cc9_b.jpg" width="750" />http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2015/03/singapore-visual-diary-ii.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-2994363374150270291Sat, 28 Feb 2015 03:24:00 +00002015-02-28T10:24:23.258+07:00FashionStyleWaves<img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8601/16527947852_0d4d281833_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8597/16527280071_958ccdc2a8_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7388/16529144515_b6324cd2da_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7298/16341639950_2e273514dd_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><a href="http://www.nikicio.com/">Nikicio</a> </b>printed top, <b>COS </b>pants and outerwear, <b>Zara </b>shoes&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Finally checked that robe coat off the list, and what better than getting it a fraction of its original price! I paired it with a cool, loose silk top to get away with layering in Singapore's kind of weather. A piece from <a href="http://www.nikicio.com/">Nikicio's</a> collection way back in 2012, which I hardly gave the time of day, and yet is still pretty relevant to my current way of dressing. I have always delved in such a dark palette, but I can never believe in dressing any other way now.&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2015/02/waves.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-6999597698692716435Fri, 20 Feb 2015 06:26:00 +00002015-02-20T13:27:11.216+07:00PhotographyTravelSingapore Visual Diary I<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3929/15527592565_0d2c7d44b3_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3947/15504414406_b6c6f23a74_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2948/15317670559_b621671dbd_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5606/15340837820_6c94e75096_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3954/15318012147_7b9ab5b4a5_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5612/15319071277_1c10b3e2a5_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3953/15340837490_0035c6d553_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3938/15340686419_76287ee853_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7433/16286578238_b7fe7f9069_o.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7293/16364261867_2dc54132cb_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7311/16548484271_e115e74f1b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8656/16363886049_68bbe90eeb_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7370/16362494238_5375cf72d6_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7361/16524163456_ec80f35de2_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7436/16474276875_f0befa464e_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8625/16524162536_5112c81da7_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7398/15927612234_043983f4a2_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Pictures are so much more than just a form of visual—they distil our personal moments, connect us to the past and revive our memories without any words. Laden with great nostalgia, they piece together fragments of stories that complete us as a whole being.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only as an artistic medium, photography is also a way of keeping myself grounded.&nbsp;Rather than looking, photography made me <i>see </i>my surroundings. It made me more conscious to the beauty of the simplest things. It exposed me to a great deal of things, like witnessing the deeper side of mankind and feeding my constant hunger to see more of the world. Photography made me aware of other's presence and how they lead their lives, intimately connecting me with people.<br /><br />There is more to photography than just capturing beautiful frames. I want to be able to capture the true essence of the subjects in relation to the spaces, producing pictures that will tug at people's heartstrings. Pictures that will tell a story. There are deeper dwellings that are yet to be explored, and I have a long, long way to go.<br /><br />This day marks as the humble beginnings to a hopefully fruitful journey.&nbsp;</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2015/02/singapore-visual-diary-i.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-2414602890361335828Sun, 01 Feb 2015 01:41:00 +00002015-02-18T18:08:48.628+07:00FashionStyleNothingness<img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7453/16217319817_ded47e56b2_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8645/16401341561_41c434cc87_o.jpg" width="750" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>COS </b>shirt and trousers, <b>Zara </b>sweater and shoes&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The weather has been fickle throughout January. Some days there would be a break in the clouds and intermittent sun, all the while melting our skins off, and other days there would be heavy, raucous showers that would last all day, dropping the temperature slightly. Despite the lack of reliable weather phone apps, I am not ready to bid adieu to the glory of winter dressing due to my latest rave with outfit layering (directing all blames to the year-end Hong Kong trip), and therefore find myself trying my own luck while silently praying for appropriate weather. I cannot get enough of how aesthetically pleasing the juxtaposition of proportions and textures is. I love how they give just the slightest tweak to what should be a plain, casual outfit.&nbsp;</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2015/02/nothingness.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-6619224429928639914Wed, 14 Jan 2015 11:29:00 +00002015-02-18T18:08:42.851+07:00FashionStyle黒い<img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7533/15655763194_ecc3c7d01c_o.jpg" width="750" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-style: italic;">Nikicio</b><i><b> </b>t-shirt, <b>Topshop </b>skirt, <b>Zara </b>loafers, <b>Aesthetic Pleasure </b>bag</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm being quite lousy with my camera as of late, so here's an iPhone-snapped shot of what I was wearing this afternoon. Nevertheless, the quality of image smartphone that camera brings these days do surprise me sometimes.&nbsp;</div></div></div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2015/01/monochrome.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-7693076387900143648Thu, 11 Dec 2014 04:54:00 +00002015-02-18T18:08:39.644+07:00FashionStyleUnfold<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7578/15671758930_745612769f_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7495/15239454453_8d306fab15_o.jpg" width="750" /><i><b>Topshop </b>long sleeve&nbsp;t-shirt, <b>Zara </b>culottes, <b>Womb </b>vest, <b>Aesthetic Pleasure </b>slides and pouch</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I haven't been on top of my game with blogging, and it saddens me to see my blog being neglected. But it's just that I am very overwhelmed with my essays. The end of the first semester is just around the corner and I am rushing to complete things fast so that I can go back to Jakarta as soon as possible and get on with my planned vacation to Hong Kong. When I'm taking a break off my assignments, all I wanted to do was to eat, read a book, practice calligraphy or go shopping alone. Blogging and shooting totally slipped my mind, but I do miss penning down my thoughts here.&nbsp;</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I may look like a ninja in this get-up but I love this vest by a Singapore-based label Womb! If you haven't heard already, I had the worst incident of lost luggage during my flight back to Jakarta a month ago for Jakarta Fashion Week. This vest was one of the few pieces I planned to wear during the week, and along with several other fashion favorites, they were all flown to Bangkok due to wrong luggage tagging. I was desperately heartbroken because I couldn't get over the emotional attachment with all my belongings. I kept contacting the airline and all they could say was they were still tracking my luggage, and even until 2 weeks they still couldn't find it. I was on the verge of letting go of it when out of curiosity, my mom told me to check with the lost and found department in Singapore and I eventually found my luggage randomly in a bunch of other unclaimed luggages. Rejoice! But I won't fly with that airline ever again.&nbsp;</div></div></div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/12/unfold.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-597000773517590199Mon, 24 Nov 2014 03:41:00 +00002015-02-18T18:08:14.811+07:00FashionStyleLaidback <img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8599/15671334458_dd46ec5637_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7462/15672843399_35c58385a9_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7512/15679953980_4663eaf011_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7540/15673118347_db2a9599ea_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://shopatvelvet.com/">Shopatvelvet</a> </b><i>marble top, </i><b style="font-style: italic;">Zara </b><i>blazer and pants, <b>Van Vogue </b>sandals</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite not being into graphic prints lately, I have been meaning to find the perfect marble print of something or other and it finally materialized in the shape of this top. My pickiness caused my perfect marble print mission an utter failure, but thanks to <a href="http://shopatvelvet.com/">Shopatvelvet</a>, the find is finally over. What I love about this particular piece is that the print is not too over the top and is simple enough to make a statement with, instantly giving your outfit a subtly luxurious vibe. The scandinavian minimalist in me just. can't.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I have always been an advocate of the lazy, laid-back approach of tailored wear. I am talking about dressing down classic cut blazers with t-shirts and lazy pants, which is exactly why my obsession for wide-legged pants is escalating at a frightening pace. But that's okay because the retailers I frequent to are currently flushing out all these pieces to satisfy my sartorial cravings. The problem with me and wide-legged pants though, I can't seem to get the size that fits my Asian body perfectly. As you may have witnessed the major disaster in my <a href="http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/lazy-pants.html">previous post</a>, all the wide-legged pants in the market seem to be 50cm longer than my body height. But thanks to the emergence of culottes, all my fashion dilemmas are solved! You can probably tell how obsessed I am with them if you look back to my previous posts.</div></div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/11/laidback.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-4172696375375615108Fri, 14 Nov 2014 13:30:00 +00002015-02-18T18:08:04.040+07:00FashionStyleWeekender <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7519/15167391113_25ee409cbf_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7508/15788402022_d2387225bc_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5605/15602008790_1dfe5ed08d_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8132/15601006569_37f81b297f_b.jpg" width="750" /><i><b><a href="http://shopatvelvet.com/">Shopatvelvet</a> </b>top, <b>Zara&nbsp;</b>culottes, <b>Aesthetic Pleasure </b>bag and slides</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Really into this whole drapey silhouette lately, and no doubt it's heavily influenced by the comfort factor.&nbsp;</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/11/weekender.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-161559675250998538Thu, 06 Nov 2014 05:01:00 +00002015-02-18T18:07:56.512+07:00FoodLifestyleStylePolette Giveaway<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5568/15146669232_747b49aa0c_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5579/15196570655_26bb7d9dc0_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3870/15009934910_fdc483a68c_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3847/14960502087_25cdb8738b_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3842/15144158961_0c96436722_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3854/14960500628_bdd60e9b9a_b.jpg" width="750" /><i><b>c/o&nbsp;<a href="http://www.polette.com/id/">Polette</a></b> glasses</i><br /><i><br /></i> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Although you hardly ever see me wear a pair of prescription glasses, I actually am nearsighted and have been making a point to source out a pair that suits me nicely while still being reasonably priced. I have had my fair share of crooked frames and mom's nagging during high school due to my lackadaisical way of caring for my glasses, so, ever since then I decided that I do not need to lavishly splurge on eyewear. After some terribly stressful scouring that was utterly useless, I was beyond glad when the kindest Nicolas from <a href="http://polette.com/id">Polette</a> contacted me and gave me the honour of picking a pair that suits my fancy.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I was entirely surprised at how massive their selection of eyewear is<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>from sunglasses to prescription glasses, from classics to eccentrics, for both men and women<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>they always have something for everyone, all at a price that won't burn your pockets. I admit that finding a pair that suits your face structure is not an easy job, especially online, but&nbsp;<a href="http://www.polette.com/id/">Polette</a> made it easy thanks to the feature on their website where you can virtually try the pair on and have a better idea on how they will look on you. I had a hard time settling for a pair, but eventually, I chose this black wooden-framed pair with a classic P3 shape. It might just be my subjective opinion, but I somehow think that this kind of shape will instantly perk you up with a certain vibe that will make you look like a creative person, does it make sense? But anyways, I love my new specs!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">As you might have guessed from the title of this post, one lucky reader is going to win a pair of glasses from Polette in just few easy steps as described below! The giveaway will run from <b>6 November to 20 November </b>and is <b>open to Indonesia only</b>.&nbsp;The winner will be chosen via Random.org and I will be announcing the lucky winner on 21 November in this blog.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Comment on this post with your name, e-mail and the preferred glasses you would like to win.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Follow me on <a href="http://instagram.com/rosalindatjioe">Instagram</a> and <a href="https://www.google.com/friendconnect/signin/home?st=e%3DAOG8GaDrDvwGq%252FvUj%252BV5BaGK3WFALWAXIvKo4%252F7WDaoKXIhnm26nHg45aN2adbDHE3AJzb2s2S57min8JN20vrW9zVGrHYgKq3MKb9g8IcZCJYkUbGUa2mdvXxGciBYq7ErJP0v7fPpjylQUAkTNT4CAg0tbmqz4LpbcJJLtpiJCMvFWG%252Bm1h%252B0Fu4tPmE9GyyDAZbyShjnwc8339A2HAIvqDkFUiFFlMCwecKpX3OejEauz3%252FsYNq4%253D%26c%3Dpeoplesense&amp;psinvite=&amp;subscribeOnSignin=1">Google Friend Connect</a>.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Follow Polette on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Polette-Indonesia/661528563929661">Facebook</a>, <a href="http://instagram.com/polette_indonesia">Instagram</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/Polette_id">Twitter</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for joining the giveaway.&nbsp;The winner is picked randomly via random.org and congratulations to:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bivisyani Questibrilia!</b></div></div></div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/11/polette-giveaway.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-3774672533972455399Fri, 31 Oct 2014 03:11:00 +00002015-02-18T18:07:08.299+07:00FashionStyleModal Soul<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3955/14922664443_02cfbf48f8_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3936/15356701068_ca21ef8d9f_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3929/15360978370_6902d57974_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5598/15539981011_6d1863ce0b_o.jpg" width="750" /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>from </b>t-shirt, <b>Zara </b>cardigan, <b>Dzojchen </b>drop-crotch jeans, <b>Nike </b>shoes&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I was so stoked when I stumbled upon this pair of jeans by Singaporean designer Dzojchen. Although the price is a bit steep for someone with a student budget like me, honestly, I don't mind splurging a bit for something that I really like a lot. I've been scouring for jeans that is of a gray color to match my inner black emo, and this piece literally has my name all over it. It features a drop-crotch I do so favour now, and while drop-crotch means extra leg room, sometimes it is not necessarily flattering. This pair of pants though, is in the perfect not-so-low crotch and has a tapered silhouette, making sure the outline of your legs are still visible and steering away from saggy butts at all costs. It is also in the perfect length for a petite like me and hangs nicely on the ankles. THESE PANTS GET ME.&nbsp;</div></div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/modal-soul.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-2840674568365388234Fri, 24 Oct 2014 06:00:00 +00002015-02-18T18:07:19.771+07:00FashionStyleLazy Pants<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3940/15317400607_3dd0545e61_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3954/15317311468_53968dbcfa_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2950/15317074559_cf185da8e8_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5615/15541683442_7c18842e58_o.jpg" width="750" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Zara </b>top, <b>MTWFSS&nbsp;Weekday </b>wide-legged pants, <b>I.K.Y.K </b>jacket, <b>Converse </b>shoes, <b>Blackbook </b>tote bag</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">After going through last few month's archive, it looked rather obvious that I haven't been engaging in denim for a very long time. So, I have reignited my love for the blues once again, with this pair of glorious wide-legged pants. Crafted out of lyocell, they are so comfortable, so comfortable that they put all my other pants to shame. It's unfortunate that it is rather big for me on the waist, because thanks to that, it slouches down and what before was the perfect length of pants is reduced into a pair of pants that drags on the ground. I don't know if that's how it's supposed to look, but I don't really fancy that. I need to go to the tailors.&nbsp;</div></div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/lazy-pants.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-3648200600836925033Wed, 15 Oct 2014 00:03:00 +00002015-02-18T17:46:07.031+07:00FashionStyleSilent Steps<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5614/15291170949_cd8c36c0b5_o.jpg" width="825" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2950/15291418308_ecd64b3bf4_o.jpg" width="825" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2948/15291169299_b3bd59f56a_b.jpg" width="825" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5598/15477698932_33e774d8ed_o.jpg" width="825" /><i><b>Nikicio for Goods Plus </b>turtleneck top, <b>Zara </b>white top &amp; sandals, <b>H&amp;M </b>pants</i><br /><i><br /></i><div style="text-align: justify;">The turtleneck or high-neck seems to be all the rage lately due to the incoming colder seasons, so I'd like to include myself in the loop (while bluffing myself that I'm indulging the 15 degrees celcius of Fall). Keeping in mind to always avoid sweaty pits, this turtleneck top is the ultimate solution to my immediate desire of layering clothes. I adore this top for being a statement piece with its unexpected side panels, while still laying low in the classics group. I love items that serve these two purposes at the same time.</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/silent-steps.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-4334663915125685253Wed, 08 Oct 2014 02:13:00 +00002015-02-18T18:06:00.192+07:00FashionStyleAfter Dark<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3884/15022092189_849351884b_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5579/15022303257_e931e90e4b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5553/15022203040_d7d0489079_b.jpg" width="750" /><i><b>Topshop </b>crop top, <b><a href="http://feistheist.com/">Feist</a> </b>shorts, <b>Aesthetic Pleasure </b>neoprene vest, <b>Zara </b>plaid shirt &amp; sandals</i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been a week since I arrived in Singapore, but so far nothing much is worth mentioning. Right now I am adjusting to my new life here, going back and forth purchasing life essentials and attending to compulsory responsibilities, so I am not so much in the mood of exploring around. There are so many places I would love to visit but then I am not quite accustomed to my schedule yet. Gradually but surely, everything will be in their right places and I guess I could take a little breather. Anyways, it feels great to finally attend school again after months being idle at home.&nbsp;</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/after-dark.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)76tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-5461365886358094428Sun, 05 Oct 2014 05:41:00 +00002015-03-24T22:42:33.479+07:00PhotographyTravelOsaka-Wakayama Travel Diary V<img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5583/14867496319_f2613cb4d1_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3893/15031228196_fabeaf06ca_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3920/14867642858_f601b6a819_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5581/15053869392_93039f8e3d_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5583/15031230046_cdc60ddd5a_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3847/15053870682_fb3fe0a1ca_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3843/14867677597_4bed45af2b_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5582/15053873632_ae42052a82_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5553/14867735347_9b49f47719_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3842/14867509589_fe1fbe6717_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5585/14867685077_e40d4ab066_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3913/14867686967_378366982f_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5578/15031246946_5b493752c4_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3876/14867658088_8157102d79_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3879/15051187711_97fae68dfc_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3860/15051190831_fb5a08f808_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5568/15031250836_2c29f02412_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3913/15037279326_ae15dc638b_o.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When we arrived in Osaka that evening, the city look completely out of context from what I've just experienced in the countryside. The streets of Dotonbori were filled with a writhing, quivering mass of people that comes from every corners of the earth. The neon lights and billboards were shimmering limitlessly, tainting the dark, cloudless night sky with a brightness so not even a twinkling of a star can flash its light down on me. I listened for the unavoidable hum of a lone cricket that echoes through the night, but instead it had been replaced by a hubbub of the hustling crowd. I couldn't seem to stay away though, it was definitely beautiful, in an urban way.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We stayed in Cross Hotel for 4 days and 3 nights, and the hotel is literally just a few steps away from Dotonbori. We knew that we would be constantly indulging in food, shopping and more food. The unavoidable cycle. While Osaka is famous for its <i>takoyaki</i> and <i>okonomiyaki</i>, we actually had ramen for our first dinner in Osaka. After 5 days satiating our appetites with mainly seafood in the countryside, it was natural that we were craving for a bowl of piping hot <i>yakibuta ramen</i>. While strolling in Dotonbori looking for food, we came across Hanamaruken, a <i>ramen</i> shop, as the sight of the locals religiously queueing caught our attention. Eventually, we queued as well. Being all fidgety and famished, we constantly strained our necks to catch a glimpse of the shop's counter, checking whether the seats would be available soon when finally the shopkeeper called us in. I immediately ordered myself the shop's signature <i>Shiawase Ramen</i>. In a heartbeat, our food came, looking as appetizing as ever with its hot steam. I helped myself to take a few photos of it before wolfing the whole thing down within minutes. And boy, it was so fulfilling! It was quite the large portion for a bowl of <i>ramen</i> for me, which comes with generous, thick slices of the most tender <i>chashu. </i>I found the <i>tonkotsu </i>broth really scary at first, it was full of pork fat floating on the surface, but I ensured myself not to worry about those insignificance, I was on vacation after all.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next day, we walked around Dotonbori and Sinsaibashi area. There was nothing compelling happening, we were just looking around, shopping and eating. But the day after that, we made our way to Kobe in a whim. Our fathers wished to taste the true nature of Kobe beef, and that is the main reason why we went there. I heaved a long, quiet sigh, thinking that we could have gotten Kobe beef in Osaka which I bet, would have tasted similar. The first thing we did after we arrived was to stroll around Harborland. Harborland features a wide array of both shops and restaurants while allowing the visitors to witness a seaside view of the Kobe's ravishing harbor. As we walked through the complex, we stopped by Frantz Kobe, as per our escort's recommendation. She told us it is a sweets shop that is rather popular among the locals, and I could have guessed so because I had the best tasting custard pudding ever there. My dad seems to be a fan of their chocolate cake as well. After purchasing a whole load of souvenirs for our relatives, we headed straight to the Kobe beef restaurant where we made our reservations earlier. I figured it was <i>teppanyaki </i>styled beef we were having for lunch, as the chef prepared our food on a hot griddle in front of us, but he didn't seem inspired to be demonstrating any of his knife and cooking skills. But anyways, moving on to the beef itself<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>it literally took my standard of juicy and perfect-marbling to a whole new level. The succulent steak was thoroughly marbled, making you sigh with pleasure as you bite into the juiciest slab of beef. A side black pepper sauce was actually served, but you know it is good beef when it tasted so delicious and fresh even without any elaborate seasoning.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On our final day, I realized that it was time to just explore Osaka. I couldn't stand any more of the stagnant shopping and eating repetition<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>if that had been my initial purpose of travelling, I could have just stayed in Jakarta. After breakfast, I dragged my brother to see Osaka's famous landmark<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>the Osaka Castle. With just one look at the Google Maps prior to our journey, my brother, being one who is good with directions, guided me to the place without leading to any wrong route. But wow, the walk was really long. We had to walk through Osaka Castle Park to get to Osaka Castle itself, but that aside, the park is extensively filled with an oasis of lush greens. We could take a glimpse at the beautifully ornate Osaka Castle from there. When we finally arrived in the territory, I was awed by the robust, tall stone foundation that protected the castle from enemies. It was simply amazing. While we didn't had the time to get into the museum, we had great fun inside the souvenir shop. My brother challenged himself to this <i>shuriken</i>-throwing game but unfortunately he did pretty bad back then, and I purchased my&nbsp;<a href="http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/08/rotten.html">wall sticker</a> and&nbsp;<a href="http://instagram.com/p/ryRI3kpeHa">treasured mug</a> there! After we shopped for souvenirs, we went outside to get some refreshments<span style="color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14.5600004196167px;">&nbsp;</span></span>since my throat was so parched. There were several food trucks and stalls that sold food and I got myself a cup of <i>kakigori. </i>While we were sitting down slurping down our drinks, we were so worried about being completely unconnected from our parents, thinking whether they were waiting to get lunch with us back in the hotel. We were desperately in search of wi-fi, but it was a futile attempt, so not long after that, we headed back to our hotel. But nonetheless, it was a good brother-sister bonding time.</div><br />In the evening, we flew to Hong Kong and spent few days there before flying back to our hometown. There was nothing much worth mentioning in Hong Kong, so this marks the final instalment of my holiday. I hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing them. As I am writing my final paragraph right now, I am brimming with great nostalgia. Travelling really opens up a horizon of unlimited inspirations. No matter how many times you visit Japan, it truly is a beautiful country, and you are guaranteed to leave with fond memories that will last a lifetime.&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/japan-travel-diary-v.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-1994748958894352728Wed, 01 Oct 2014 03:50:00 +00002015-02-18T18:05:48.826+07:00FashionStyleSimple and Clean<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3860/15369899255_5b26627b3e_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2950/15183147499_21ed19b44b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2947/15346884356_35390b7dd3_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3907/15369898745_4da5bb4f36_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3923/15369895355_3d34e30716_o.jpg" width="750" /><i><b>Zara </b>white top, faux leather pants &amp; slides, <b>H&amp;M </b>tunic, <b>Building Block </b>bag,&nbsp;</i><i><b>AÃRK Collective </b>watch</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While the rest of the world is relishing the transition to Fall wardrobe, I am still trying to endure the relentless heat that is getting more unbearable day after day here in the tropics. In all honesty, I am on the verge of running out of style options because layering is technically irrelevant here, unless you want to be labeled as a delusional freak. I'll be wracking my brains for ideas to avoid being repetitive, but for now let's talk a bit about this outfit here. I was so stoked when I found this tunic-slash-dress lying around back in H&amp;M Penang. This is actually the same tunic I wore on <a href="http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/whatever-part-2.html">my previous post</a>, but you can see here a more visible view of the whole piece. This versatile piece made layering possible in this intolerable weather and I could already envision the infinite things I might do with it. I particularly love how the thin spaghetti straps show in contrast with the white sleeveless top. It hit me as unconventionally unique, but what do you think though?&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/10/simple-and-clean.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-4937733602666093468Tue, 30 Sep 2014 03:53:00 +00002015-02-18T18:04:35.516+07:00FoodLifestylePÜRA VïDA<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3907/15367276136_bed36cbebd_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3873/15367276226_6a9da2d1b4_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have always wanted to venture into the habit of clean eating, but me being the procrastination expert, I always let myself make easy excuses and get lured into eating junk food that never fails to sway in my imagination every midnight. Who are we all kidding, that quinoa salad could not hold a candle to the ever so delicious Mc Donald's double cheeseburger. Although part of me understands that the habit does not nourish our bodies the slightest bit, making us feel lousy inside out, the other part of me neglects that idea, not ready to undertake the lifestyle change.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">In attempt to make Jakarta urbanites like I am redeem themselves after years of unearthly bad eating habits, PÜRA VïDA offers nutritionally designed overnight oats delivery service. Using 100% clean, high quality whole foods with no added sugar, preservatives and additives, &nbsp;PÜRA VïDA seeks to promote a healthier lifestyle in Jakarta. I have always been interested in their overnight oats, but the intention somehow slipped my mind, until I was then reminded by the kindest lady from PÜRA VïDA who offered to send me some complimentary samples. If you haven't know already, overnight oats are rolled oats soaked overnight with creamy yoghurt, almond milk and fresh toppings. PÜRA VïDA's NOCHË (overnight oats line) offers six different flavors, but since I am not a big fan of banana, my choice here stems from that notion: <i>Strawberry Cheese Cake, Chia Nilla </i>and <i>Kakao Chia (</i>the obsession is real, I am hooked on <i>Kakao Chia!).&nbsp;</i>They are the perfect on-the-go breakfast, completely hassle-free, for those who are tight on your schedules! In addition to their deliciousness and convenience, overnight oats are jam-packed with health benefits. Oats are the excellent whole grain source of antioxidants and fibers, so eating a serving of this for breakfast will keep you full and energized throughout the day! To those of you who might be skeptical about eating cold oatmeal, still, give these a try. Personally, I think that they are unexpectedly refreshing and dessert-like. In short, they are good.<br /><br />Now that I have acknowledged how good they taste, I will be implementing this habit into my life. While you Jakarta urbanites can enjoy PÜRA VïDA's service, I am most bummed to be leaving for Singapore tomorrow, and I have no chance in getting PÜRA VïDA's NOCHË for at least 4 months or so. I might try making them myself, but let's see what's going to happen. Those of you who are interested in PÜRA VïDA's NOCHË, you can e-mail them (puravidajkt[at]gmail[dot]com) and they will attend to any questions you have! Follow them on <a href="http://instagram.com/puravidajkt">Instagram</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/puravidajkt">Facebook</a> to be updated of new flavors!&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/pura-vida.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-5007445053313292946Mon, 29 Sep 2014 03:10:00 +00002015-02-18T18:04:43.744+07:00AdvertorialFashionRosalinda x Shopdeca 2<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3924/15193616568_cd240ac2aa_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3862/15193617558_83ec7fc2a4_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3884/15193621358_8f170b088d_o.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Second instalment to my collaboration with <a href="http://shopdeca.com/">Shopdeca</a>! If you haven't know already, I was invited by <a href="http://shopdeca.com/">Shopdeca</a> to curate a selection of my favorite products from their site, so here is my second look styled with some of those pieces together. I picked out&nbsp;<a href="http://www.shopdeca.com/cheap-monday-ellie-sweat-cheap-monday-black.html">Cheap Monday Ellie Sweat in Black</a> (which is now on sale!) as my starting base. A black sweatshirt is always an all-round staple in my wardrobe, and I think that everyone should always have at least one good sweatshirt in their closets. You could wear it to college, to lunch with friends, or even to sleep (I plead guilty!). And well, what does it take for something this casual to come to live? In my case, dressing it up with statement pieces claims the credit altogether! I opted for this <a href="http://www.shopdeca.com/yumumu-foldede-skirt-blue.html">Yumumu Folded Skirt</a>&nbsp;that possesses elements of collage-fabric layers which is great to play around with, especially when it comes to experimenting with proportions. It is definitely an interesting twist to your usual skirts. Old habits die hard, so to speak. Still being all about comfort, I opted for&nbsp;<a href="http://www.shopdeca.com/some-are-thieves-ladies-runaway-sneakers-light-grey.html">SOME ARE THIEVES Runaway Sneakers in Light Grey</a>&nbsp;to steer clear&nbsp;from aching feet. Then, I finished off the look with&nbsp;<a href="http://www.shopdeca.com/sunday-somewhere-matahari-sunglasses-black.html">Sunday Somewhere Matahari Sunglasses in Black</a>, which instantly perks up my outfit. Although I am not one who find the need to lavishly splurge on eyewear, I think that one should own one at some juncture of their lives. And this one won me over completely<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px;">—</span>it is excellently crafted and you are definitely bound to make a statement with them on.&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/rosalinda-x-shopdeca-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-1746573288911875762Sat, 27 Sep 2014 02:12:00 +00002015-02-18T18:05:14.331+07:00FoodLifestyle1/15 Coffee<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3905/14549250534_b89de49667_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3883/14549250784_2eb111bff1_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2926/14364352527_600b222bd6_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3920/14550806975_24bf471720_o.jpg" width="750" /><br /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5484/14378293408_5fb7c2a497_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3843/15143944977_d80d3feb1e_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2943/15327317191_e24d8d8eef_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2942/15307443066_f92549ba72_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5534/14564918995_03b1a7968e_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5562/14566419141_1e36149a2d_b.jpg" width="750"/><br /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5476/14383139440_9908b1d212_b.jpg" width="750" /> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Caffe Mocha Rp. 37,000; French Toast Rp. 65,000&nbsp;</i><br /><i>Flat White Rp. 32,000; Pineapple Cake Rp. 27,000</i><br /><br /></div></div>As my perspectives evolve as I get older, it finally hit me that indeed, simple things can bring such irreplaceable relish. I love uninterrupted, quiet afternoons by myself. Taking a pause to lounge in a cozy coffee shop with a good cup of joe at hand; I realized it all is a therapeutic indulgence to keep me sane and grounded. It has unexpectedly become one of my favorite pastimes, a firm routine that I always look forward to. With cafés and eateries urgently springing everywhere, it is hard to find a decent, quality place for a chill-out afternoon, whether it is to catch up with old friends or on reading. But, if you were to ask me where my favorite place is, I can confidently say that it's 1/15 Coffee.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1/15 Coffee may not sound foreign to most of you, because it is one of the most well-known coffee shops in Jakarta. It has always been my default favorite. Despite it being quite far from where I reside, the distance is just an insignificant hurdle for me to overcome, because I love everything 1/15 Coffee stands for. With natural elements such as wood in play, the simple interior design gives off such great aesthetic pleasure. The minimalism of wood exudes a sense of calm and balance, while the wide windows<b>&nbsp;</b>allows the place to be bestowed with&nbsp;a<b> </b>lovely<b> </b>natural<b> </b>lighting. These factors, hand-in-hand, play a huge part to effectively create a place where you will be willing to stay for as long as it takes to soothe your frayed nerves from the long, hectic days.<br /><br />Needless to say, their top-notch coffee and food plays a major part in keeping me glued to this shop. Being passionate and serious about offering an excellent&nbsp;coffee experience, their coffee is always very consistent in both taste and quality. My favorite has to be their <i>Caffe Mocha. </i>It might just be a habit that I picked up for ordering caffe mocha most of the time, but theirs is always delicious, just like what you'd expect in a good mocha<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>bittersweet with its rich cocoa-tinged coffee flavor.<br /><br />Besides their coffee, their extensive food menu is rather impressive and well-thought. Although I have never had the chance to try out their savoury menus, their sweet treats are the epitome of simple pleasures. Although not photographed here, my all-time favorite cake from the shop has to be the <i>Lemon and Poppyseed Cake.&nbsp;</i>Fragrant with hint of lemony notes, the cake is moist and subtly sweet, making a near-to-perfection company with coffee. Same goes to my second favorite, the <i>Pineapple Cake, </i>it is delicious with its simple flavors and chunky pineapple fruit bits. Although it might be of minor significance to most of you, I have always appreciated how 1/15 Coffee always warm their cakes before they serve them. My mom has been planting this idea in my mind that food always tastes better when it's served hot ever since I was little... So I guess unconsciously, I have always believed and lived up to that value, but I can definitely say for sure that it is indeed true. Having recently tried their <i>French Toast, </i>I certainly enjoyed each and every bite of it. Slightly different from your usual french toast I'd say, but nonetheless it was<b>&nbsp;</b>heavenly!&nbsp;The toast is dense and very moist, with crunchy caramelised exterior that goes really well with the tangy strawberries. It is then topped off with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream that drenches the toast in the melting creamy goodness.<br /><br />Now, let's take a quiet moment to let you imagine... And just maybe, you'll be curious enough to head there, try their food and coffee for yourself and understand exactly what I am talking about.<br /><br /><b>1/15 Coffee&nbsp;</b><br />Jl. Gandaria 1 no. 63<br />South Jakarta 12130<br />T. +62 21 7225678<br /><i><a href="http://www.1-15coffee.com/">Website</a> </i>| <i><a href="https://www.facebook.com/115coffee">Facebook</a> </i>| <i><a href="http://twitter.com/115Coffee">Twitter</a> </i>| <i><a href="http://instagram.com/115coffee">Instagram</a></i></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/115-coffee.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-925236071566644530Wed, 24 Sep 2014 03:09:00 +00002015-02-18T18:04:06.463+07:00FashionStyleWhatever Part 2<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5570/14969703337_73d05b3b49_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5596/14969547549_33ee197aef_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3845/15156278625_e1e4fdc135_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3875/15133246486_38f25142dc_o.jpg" width="750" /> Zara Man </b>sweatshirt, <b>H&amp;M </b>dress (worn underneath), <b><a href="http://www.bobobobo.com/shop/store/lucre">Lucre</a> </b>leggings, <b>Nike </b>Lunarglide 6.0</i><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Wearing everything I usually wear to the gym (except the dress). Thought an additional swaying piece of clothing would inject an extra "drama" to the whole ensemble, but we can see clearly that its sole purpose is to only cover my flashing trace of arse. To act as a cherry on top, an intense, man-repelling stare right into your soul is obviously necessary to spice up the look.</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/whatever-part-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-1620899387561116724Sun, 21 Sep 2014 06:09:00 +00002015-03-24T22:43:02.913+07:00PhotographyTravelOsaka-Wakayama Travel Diary IV<img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5568/15053803042_8d4a5951a1_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5593/14867578068_159f5e1364_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3862/15054168545_18a042d769_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3873/14867499170_cc4b9c80c3_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5555/14867578308_818bb2ce3e_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3893/15054180315_35d546a43f_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3847/15051115391_3cde5839fc_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5582/15031176816_14e782b96b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3910/14867621227_088e05a120_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3835/15054182285_a634dc52c7_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5557/14867622017_f179766413_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The fifth day of the trip was not as productive as I thought it would be. After checking out from our <i>ryokan</i>, we were ready for a long, 3 to 4 hours kind of road trip back to Osaka. We stopped by Komeri, a Japanese home center chainstore located somewhere along our way back, I am not even sure where. Our parents were planning to purchase some seeds to be planted in our own respective homes; my dad got us vegetable seeds of <i>komatsuna </i>and cucumber. As of now, the seeds were already sowed in my backyard and are actually starting to grow small buds. I know it's rather uncool, or old-fashioned to be saying this, but I have always wanted to do my own gardening. I think of gardening being rather therapeutic and rewarding at the same time. Imagine eating your own homegrown crops right off the stems. Imagine raising your own little dedicated floral garden. It all is a serene endeavour to an oasis of calm, a grounding experience to relief stress from the mundane, fast-paced city life.<br /><br />Being the greedy, food monsters our parents (especially dads) are, we decided that we could stuff our faces with more seafood one final time before we head back to Osaka. Upon reaching Kuroshio Fish Market, the area was rather crowded. I didn't expect the place could be as crowded as it was back then, even if it was on the weekends. Our parents couldn't care less and went straight inside to grab on lunch; we were all starved after a long ride to the place. I gave the area a quick scan<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>it was packed with what I suspected cheering squads. After lunch, I had more time to stroll around the area to have a better look at what was actually happening. The people were divided into groups, all decked in matching ostentatious costumes that resembled the image of their respective troops. It was a cheering competition (there is a specific term for it, but for the life of me I cannot remember)<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>the groups were enthusiastically chanting their own versions of a solid and striking cheer, trying to win over the judges' hearts. I was amazed at how unified they all were, so charismatic and strong, instantly filling the place with positive vibes that were contagious to all the supporters and visitors alike. When I turned my head onto the other side, I realized there was a really obvious line separating the area. On the opposite side, it was rather deserted and lonely. I detected a couple of friends, having their own peaceful conversation while overlooking the tranquil sight of landscape, completely oblivious to the hubbub of laughter and cheering. If you were there, which side would you rather be in?<br /><br />We arrived at Osaka in the evening, just few hours before dinner. I think I will leave it at that and will talk more about my days in Osaka on the next post.&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/japan-travel-diary-iv.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-3223727206104968952Wed, 17 Sep 2014 02:53:00 +00002015-02-18T18:03:13.702+07:00FashionStyleSomeday Lovin<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5559/15049375816_702487e1cc_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3836/15071964622_63ac256714_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5579/15071955942_4f29e224d1_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3881/15071960902_0517b07195_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3914/14885726898_16feeafe8b_b.jpg" width="750" /><i style="font-weight: bold;">sifr </i><i>t-shirt, <b>Topshop </b>tanktop &amp; hat, <b>Zara </b>culottes &amp; sandals, <b>Aesthetic Pleasure </b>drawstring bag</i><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been trying to repress my inner shopaholic, limiting my shopping purchases to save up for those coveted pieces that are way out of my budget. In order to be successful in my money-saving plans, I am finding other different ways to wear the ultimate essential in my wardrobe, which is a t-shirt. I believe that a t-shirt is the most versatile piece, an all-in-one fundamental piece that you could wear every single day. Turning over magazines for inspirations, I found enlightenment from the famed Hypebeast, a mens' magazine revolving around streetwear and contemporary fashion. I re-interpreted how they wore a basketball jersey, which I then replaced with an oversized tank that has striped band on the hemline. The plainness of the achromatic color scheme, free of any optical print, leaves no room for any style mistakes and is far more wearable. To compensate for the overly minimalistic t-shirt combination, incorporating different kinds of textures and dressing it up with accessories (read: hat) claims the credit altogether!</div></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/someday-lovin.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-1609779471961130272Sat, 13 Sep 2014 02:40:00 +00002015-03-24T22:43:07.253+07:00PhotographyTravelOsaka-Wakayama Travel Diary III<img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5596/14867255059_edfe225867_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3841/15030989506_508c2f0e97_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3920/14867258319_79c600b470_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3848/14867324200_7416852091_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3894/14867434637_57a5826138_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3912/14867260319_961d644c2a_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3847/14867328110_719dabc3a6_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5569/15050985101_7941fe8698_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3843/15050936001_5e8abca264_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5558/15054047375_ea5d584ee2_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7342/16460262581_21f8ebc3ce_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3854/14867376120_d34e2912b4_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3913/14867376050_2471961740_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3872/15050983971_35817b0576_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5583/15054047055_f804b5e7aa_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3909/14867459328_aca53313e0_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3865/14867491117_b8cea6e18e_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3864/14867319089_33ce2710c8_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3846/15054057535_7be84d5609_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3907/15031053676_fa790a3c51_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3906/15054065115_8b67d5dfc2_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5575/14876212209_4d5ec16696_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5559/15054068565_6035fba370_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7444/16460160331_1b456b7039_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5590/15051006681_5a5a29085e_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5568/15054071465_6c34019dd8_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5576/15053705902_fffdfcd99a_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3881/14867400540_1e44ae4a8a_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On the third and forth nights of our trip, we stayed in Nakanoshima Ryokan, a seaside <i>ryokan</i> located in a private island in Katsuura Bay, which can be accessed via 5-minutes short ferry ride from Katsuura harbour. If I could spend all my day here, I would want to. I feel totally blessed to be overlooking at such a sublime sight when I woke up<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px; text-align: left;">—</span>the pristine, azure sea shimmered like a jewel under the morning sun as the rolling waves move tenderly at its own pace, dissolving any sound that barely comes ahead.<br /><br />Adding in to the list of good qualities of<i>&nbsp;</i>Nakanoshima Ryokan, there is a <i>rotenburo </i>with a pleasant scenery of Katsuura Bay. In spite of the <i>rotenburo </i>being constantly crowded, a good soak in <i>onsen</i> is always so relaxing for the body and mind after touring the whole day, healing all your feet aches and back pains. I have always preferred open air baths compared to indoor baths. I feel like I could suffocate inside that room of intense humidity and damp air that hung with torpid density. Well, that's that, but the honorable mention of my highlight in the <i>ryokan</i> has to be my dining experience. Everything was well-thought right down to the minute details, from the fresh ingredients, modest tableware to the minuscule adornments<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px;">—</span>each of these play their own roles in bringing together the harmony of<i> kaiseki-ryori</i>. After each course, I was always full to the brim, but I was never guilty because each dish is always prepared with great health-concerns.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On day four of our trip, we paid a visit to the famed Kumano Nachi Taisha, part of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites of Japan. We hiked. It's actually not that long of a distance, but the supposedly healthy hike was quickly reduced to a somnolent trudge due to my unexpectedly painful Zara sandals. Every step was a struggle, but after I saw what was before me, the seemingly long hike was worth every drop of sweat and pricking sensation of pain I experienced. I was welcomed by the gentle, faint zephyr that felt good on my skin, while swaying the leaves just the slightest bit. The cobblestone staircase that took me to the Nachi Falls is surrounded by nothing but old cedar trees that stood firm and still despite its long years. With a drop of 133 meters, the waterfall is always roaring with pride, uninterrupted, as it vigorously collides with the rocks that created an infinite loop of endless rhythm. As I stood there intently listening to its beat, it blocked out all sounds of the world behind me, roaring even louder and louder. I was listening to the heartbeat of the world, the sound forever etched in my mind.<br /><br />The hike led to a smaller shrine and eventually to Kumano Nachi Taisha, Kumano Sanzan and Seigantoji Temple. As soon as I reached the sacred area, I thought I would be having a jaw-dropping moment of awe, but instead, I was neutral. It's rich pilgrimage history didn't drive me as much. Indeed, Kumano Nachi Taisha and Kumano Sanzan was majestic looking in its brilliant scarlet red exterior with hints of contrasting designs, it was a photogenic site, and I was bewildered by its verdant precincts, but it didn't move me the way the waterfalls did. There is something alive, something real about Nachi Falls that was enough to make a slight squeeze in my chest. It's probably just me, since I am no where near religious at all. Although the shrine didn't leave a lasting impression, I was curious about drawing an <i>omikuji. </i>Every shrine in Japan without fail, sells&nbsp;<i>omikuji</i>, a fortune-telling paper strip. Satisfying my curiosity,&nbsp;I rattled the box intensely with a futile, yet hopeful thought that the harder I shook, the better my luck will be. I got average luck.<br /><br />Moving on, we headed to Izakata Street for a late lunch. We went into a small, comforting restaurant that specialized in fish dishes, maintained by a friendly family. The lady owner and her daughters single-handedly cooked and served our meals, and us being a massively huge crowd with monstrous appetites, we drove them into a frenzy. Nonetheless, the lady owner was so adorable (I have no other words for her). Despite of her old age, she was still brimming with great energy and we had a pleasant chat as we waited for our food. We learnt that the restaurant has been standing for 3 generations and she planned to hand it down to her daughter. Talking about the food, it was simply delicious. As expected of authentically home-cooked food! (No photos since I couldn't wait any longer to fill my stomach.) Afterwards, we headed back to our <i>ryokan </i>and jumped straight into the <i>rotenburo. </i>Ending this post,&nbsp;I leave you with a photo of a beautifully marbled <i>wagyu</i>&nbsp;dish from my <i>kaiseki</i> dinner. Still salivating!&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/japan-travel-diary-iii.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-5834052566760080052Wed, 10 Sep 2014 02:57:00 +00002015-02-18T18:01:59.144+07:00FashionStyleWhatever<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5555/14676967965_899447c4d0_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5589/14696842213_d76db2637b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3849/14696842113_6259af9eea_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2922/14653965686_2a83435541_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2934/14676984995_5e060f9a24_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2916/14673771961_1a05089360_b.jpg" width="750" /><i><b>Lucre </b>t-shirt, <b>Zara </b>skirt &amp; sunglasses, <b>Jeffrey Campbell </b>shoes</i><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Lately, I have been really liking the look of t-shirts teamed with a dressier pair of bottoms. Occasions and opportunities in wearing these kind of skirts don't really surface that often for me whose day to day activities include only mundanity, which is why I have to find alternatives in dressing down this piece so that I can wear it on a day to day basis (cancel out the thick-soled shoes and you are ready to go). If you haven't heard already, I'm moving out to Singapore on October to pursue my Bachelors degree, and honestly I am not amused about the heat and humidity that's going to spank me on a full force. Being spoilt in Jakarta with chauffeurs, housemaids and mom's home cooking, I bet the change in lifestyle is going to overwhelm me to a certain aspect, but nonetheless, I am nervous, giddy and thrilled to the bones to embark on a new journey together with my best pal, Evelyn! I am 19 of old this year, and it's high time to finally challenge myself to live on my own, breaking out of my comfort zone. I have always considered myself as a quite independent person, but let see how it's going to turn out. Until then, stay tuned. I will be keeping you guys in the loop!</div><i><i></i></i></div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/whatever.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676002984901335691.post-5578776690715154451Sat, 06 Sep 2014 05:49:00 +00002015-03-24T22:43:12.325+07:00PhotographyTravelOsaka-Wakayama Travel Diary II<img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3925/14867182120_a8d80eb233_o.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3840/15053853525_55b9e5ab16_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3854/14867117899_c7bdfbbf90_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5583/14867295987_00a394e1af_o.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3909/15030859366_f597db13d1_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3925/14867192840_754bba4240_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3886/15050801621_34e7b41816_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5578/14867284108_b020db476c_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5556/15053870625_0ca3794bcc_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3862/14867138619_dd48984bed_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3922/14867122819_38f0183f3b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3899/15030872726_764f6e46e5_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3916/14867316907_b0f8862a82_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3873/15053880395_cdd93af0ff_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5588/15053518452_a523c1c862_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5578/15053880195_127efae93c_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3835/14867213030_a39b08d71b_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5578/14867299138_096815456f_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3880/15053885925_61cd647f2c_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3896/14867303718_da7ecd5957_b.jpg" width="750" /> <img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5583/14867159079_61acd63c4f_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3877/14867158909_598e0e0561_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3847/15053894985_341ea08b39_b.jpg" width="750" /><img src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5590/15030894876_484c561b01_b.jpg" width="750" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On the second night of our trip, we stayed in Kawakyu Hotel in Shirahama, an all-suite hotel that evoked an European vibe. Despite it being old and obsolete, the hotel is still truly impressive as it maintains to preserve its grandiose antiquity, which instantly took our breaths away by the time the view was in sight. I may not have a clear picture of the hotel itself, but you can see from the first image a magnificent morning-breakfast view of the Tanabe Bay.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After breakfast, our day went along as we tour Senjojiki Rock Plateau, a huge multi-tiered rock that stretches into the vast ocean. Trust me when I say that these shots do no justice<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px;">—</span>the view was nothing short of beautiful. The sweltering heat didn't really bother me despite it being over 33 degrees, as I found myself deeply drawn to the splendour of nature. The blue skies were unimaginably clear, it's nothing close to what I've come across in Jakarta. As I was leisurely strolling the craggy shores of Senjojiki, it striked me that there is more to it than just water and rocks. After being confined&nbsp;on day to day basis in the hectic, fast-paced concrete jungles, sometimes you just forget how big and wide the world is, so replete with marvels and pleasant surprises. The infinite sea that blurs into the boundless skies<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px;">—</span>it was truly an eye-opener. We did nothing but marvel at the sublime, breathtaking scenery, half the time climbing over steep slopes just to find the perfect angles to capture the whole landscape.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not long afterwards, we made our way to Sandanbeki Rock Cliff, a rock wall comprised of 50m high rock cliffs. But before that, we had a decent lunch in a restaurant we accidentally found alongside the streets when we were on our way to Sandanbeki. Sandanbeki was indeed marvellous. The view from up overlooks the staggering rocky cliffs. After a good 15 minutes of just getting lost in thought, gazing far away into the seas, we took the elevator down to the underground cavern. We followed a path leading to a shrine, a path of odd-shaped rocks that were formed over the long years. The view down the cave was stark different from how it was up there<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14.5600004196167px;">—</span>the clash of waves against the cliffs was crystal clear, right before my eyes. The crisp sound of the raging waves pierced through my ears, sending chills down my spine. It was a sound that I will remember.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our final attraction of the day was Hashikui-iwa Rock (as you can see from my self picture showcasing a languid demeanour). It was a unique sight. The irregularity of sizes and shapes of rocks in rows was picture perfect from any angles. After we all had our turns of being captured against the spectacle scene, we took shelter in a nearby stall that sells food. I ordered myself a purple soft ice cream, I could have only guessed it was either sweet potato some purple potato flavor (It was read as <i>murasakiimo, </i>which literally means purple potato). On the other hand, my brother ordered <i>kakigori. </i>Oh dear <i>kakigori. </i>It&nbsp;was simply the perfect choice to cool off from Japan's brutal summer heat and humidity. Neglect your soft ice cream, neglect your soda drinks. With a dessert that is as simple as shaved ice and flavored syrup, it was enough to conclude my summer evening and make my heart soar like a hawk.&nbsp;</div>http://rosalindatj.blogspot.com/2014/09/japan-travel-diary-ii.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rosalinda Tjioe)42